My Anchor Holds Me

My life is like a stor­my sea

Where oft the gales sweep ov­er me;

But when the bil­lows wild­ly roll

I have an an­chor for my soul.

A migh­ty an­chor holds me fast

In ev­ery wild and stor­my blast;

My hope is sure

I am se­cure

My an­chor holds me fast.

When thro’ the dark and trou­bled night

I fail to see the har­bor light

I lift a pray­er above the gale

And trust the pow­er that cannot fail.

Tho’ ma­ny wrecks may strew the shore

And souls go down to rise no more

My soul shall live till storms are past:

A migh­ty an­chor holds me fast.

The sum­mer­time is draw­ing near

And soon the skies will all be clear;

And in a peace­ful port at last

My pre­cious an­chor shall be cast.